For fifteen years it served me well
through rain and wind and snow
But I decided that it was the time
and the poor thing had to go
I think of all the miles done
in its company
Fishing trips
and foreign trips
and holidays at home
But it had reached its sell by date
its usefulness expired
So I threw it in my fire pit
onto the funeral pyre

Thus I bid my old hat a last farewell

On this day 70 years ago they stormed across the sand
Boys of many nations to remove the tyrants hand
Heros all those boys so young who shed their blood for us
In that ****** fight for freedom

Across the sand they struggled neath a hail of shot and shell
Never glancing backwards as around them comrades fell
Fear was in their eyes, terror in their hearts
Many never made it and twas on foreign sand they died

Yes they died to give us the freedom that we have got this day
They died to free the world, for us they made the play
Boys from ever walk of life crossed the beaches there
Office clerks and farmers and the ones who cut our hair

Yes they were heroes all who gave their lives for us
But lets not forget the few who made it possible
The girls who made the shells, the men who built the tanks
They were the unsung heroes
They have also have earned our thanks

Without their dedication to the task they had in hand
Many more would have lost their lives on that shell torn blood stained sand
They to can hold their heads up high, they knew they did their bit
In bringing freedom to the masses when they broke the tyrants grip

Yes I write for fun be it good or bad
but I seek not the vanity of every single add
ok occasionally I'll pul a poem from the pile
And add it to a collection only if it is worthwhile
Yes according to the rules vanity its called
To add everything you write to every collection called
So interpretation of collection well for me a message clear
if I write of love add to a collection very dear
I see writers here who are very very very good
but please dont add regardles of collections writ for good
You write the words of brilliant prose, others cant compete
but why add a thousanc times the daily poem you do seek
Please, let others be the judge,  let others cast their vote
Lets start to be more sensible,  lets no longer gloat

SO say goodbye to those who hold you dear
tell them you dont really care about the pain that
you will cause

Think carefully about how you'll end your life
be it drowning gas bullet or knife because some poor
souls gonna have to clean the mess you leave behind

Carbon monoxide in the car now that could be the way
to pass,  ah but then some poor over worked mortuary
guy has got to wash the **** stains off your ****

Perhaps from 40 stories up might be the best for you
but then you might **** some one else and that would
never do

Right so its got to be the bullet through the head but if
you don't get it right, you'll end up in a wheelchair,  a
vegetable for life

You know I dont realy care if you want to end your
life so just get on and do it but just dont be so melodramatic
and on this site about it write

OK lads and lassies we're going to take a walk, just 10 short miles
in that forest over there
WHAT!!!! Yes I know its dark and gloomy but then some forests are
but there's nothing there to harm you, nothing there to fear
I see you have the rucksacks I told you all to bring. Right folks
open them up and we'll see whats contained within
Ah theres no surprise at what you've got in yours, a tiny flask a magazine and your lucky rabbits paw.( Obviously it wasnt lucky
for the rabbit)
In yours just a make up bag now that'll really do some good,
at least you'll still look beautiful when your dying in the woods
Right lets take a look at what I've got in mine, a 10 x 8 tarpaulin
and a ball of nylon twine
Ah yes a survival knife the handle holds a flint for striking fire,
and in this bag 3 snares each 18 inches of supple wire
Now this small tin contains my means to stay alive, 2 small containers of lint from in my tumble dryer, perfect tinder for
making fire
This little brass things with holes in the top is my small trangia
cooker
2 ounces of spirit poured in there gives 15 minutes of fire
A picnic blanket aint much use if your stranded in the woods, well this one is because the underside is completely waterproof
This old tin mug has served me many times as a makeshift
cooking ***
A litre bottle of water and it weighs 15 pounds the lot
So heed the lessons carefully,  it might help you to survive
Carry the 15 pounds that I do and you might stay alive